What a full glistening pearl of a moon,
On a brilliant walk home,
Crisp autumn air kisses my lips,
Attempting to reclaim a lost partner,
The winds know of what I do with her,
While there, a cool breeze tickles,
As a reminder that Winter is still to come.
Perhaps, perhaps I will have no need,
Just maybe, Winter will not come,
She could save me from it,
But I cannot expect this of her.
Numbness once knew me,
A tender touch of Winter's intimacy,
That quiet desolation whitewashing,
Striping of all character imminence,
And subtle beauty of contradiction,
Once raking me of serenity,
Numbness once knew me.
She seems to know how to defeat it,
How to extract the essence,
Attain victory without violence,
And leave me at peace with my Winter.
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